A/N: Firstly, I think I should apologise for this rather late update, my laptop wasn't working for a fortnight, then I sent it off to get fixed which took another week, and then I had writer's block. So if this chapter sucks, you know why.
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Oh god, I think to myself. That's a bit quick isn't it?! Then I realise it's because of McGonagall and it has nothing to do with Draco or his want for progress. I think I must have visibly relaxed when that dawned on me because he pulled back and said "No, its okay, if you want to stay completely separate, I can insist on a separate room or apparate back to Hogwarts and meet you in the morning." I looked genuinely concerned, and for a moment, I felt like a terrible person for even thinking that he'd force me into anything. I knew that Draco was different to Ron but it just seemed so strange that I'd find myself in a similar yet different place. But this time, I realise I'm with someone who wants me for who I am, not for my body, or my brain. That's what makes it so very different, and right. We are right.
I press back into his chest and say "No it's fine; I think it'll be a good experience for us. I mean, we can find more out about each other without the worry of some first year spreading rumours around the entire school." I smile, remembering quite how fast good news spreads in this place. And even if there is no news, someone's sure to make something up. Draco's eyes light up at my words and he says,
"What would you say that would be unsuitable for first years…" with an impish grin on his face. I know exactly what he's implying and I can actually picture how that conversation would go if I let it. But it's late and we have a really busy day tomorrow, I mean, it's not every day you get a mini-holiday from school! As much as I love being here and working my bum off every weekend in order to stay ahead, I think I break would do me the world of good.
"That'll have to wait until the morning I'm afraid, I really should be getting to bed." The grin fades and is replaced by a really tender look that makes me blush from all the feelings it conveys. I had no idea that Draco could be so sincere. The look suits his face and I realise that I must be reciprocating one of the same because he smiles. "I'll see you in the morning, my love. Sweet dreams," and as our lips brush one more time, a feeling of contentment settles my stomach among the butterflies. I have honestly never felt like this before. Now I feel like this, I don't want to go. I don't want to leave him tonight, or ever, when he's like this because he is so vulnerable with all of his feelings on display that I want to protect him, be there for him, and cherish these moments.
"Goodnight." I whisper as I head up my own staircase, really hoping he can tell how much I don't want to be away from him. He smiles again, and he eyes say that he knows one word would make me turn around again. But he lets me go, watching me the entire time, as though trying to memorize what I do and how I do it. I'd like to pretend I would be able to sleep tonight because I am a rational girl who wouldn't let herself get carried away by such silly pretences as love and lust, but that would be a complete lie. I knew that now, everything, including my opinion of myself, had changed. As I get ready for bed, I realise the extent to what has happened, I've fallen in love with my arch-enemy, and I stop and think about how much friends are going to take this. Badly, is the first thought that springs to mind, but then I realise I don't care. And I have a lot of time to make up for.
After a very sleepless night, I woke up and headed straight to the bathroom to have a shower and brush my teeth. Whilst in the shower, I let the hot water clear my head of Draco and focus on what we had to do today. I'd always found thinking in the shower helped, the steam clears my head and I don't have to worry about anyone interrupting my thoughts. I knew that it would be difficult trying to work in such close proxemics to him but I also knew that if I wanted to do this ball thing properly, I would have to get over myself. All I'd have to do is keep in professional around other people, be that my friends, my teachers or even the entire school. And anyway, we work together in so many lessons that I will end up having to get used to it anyway so why not start now? With my thoughts back in order, I get out of the shower and get ready. My hair decides it wants to be completely ridiculous today and it is about twice its normal size. I look at my watch, we should be leaving in half an hour, so I sling it up into a pony tail and throw some clothes into my handbag. It would look suspicious if I was leaving school with a huge bag, and the last thing I need now is for Harry to start questioning me. Thank god for undetectable extension charms.
I rush down my dorm stairs and head straight for the Great Hall so I can have a little bit of breakfast. Draco is already sitting at his house table and looks completely sorted although he has no bag. I, on the other hand, look rushed off my feet and I'll be impressed if my shirt is buttoned up right and I'm not missing an important part of my clothing, like my jeans. I grab a slice of toast and glance over at Draco, who catches my eye and jerks his head slightly, clearly indicating that we need to go to McGonagall's office. I sigh and grab another slice of toast to eat on the way. Lately I seem to be missing breakfast more and more. I blame it on the lack of sleep. I manage to escape before anyone realises I was there in the first place, as my friends really aren't early risers on a Saturday, but I can hear Draco coming up with a cock-and-bull story to keep his mates off his back. I chuckle as I exit the Great Hall and head up the stairs to the Headmistress's office.
I wait on the stairs for him because I don't even know the password for the office and I sense him approach long before I can see him. "Morning angel," he whispers into my ear as his lips make the gentlest contact with my exposed neck. I shiver and turn around slightly so I can see him properly. The sight I see is actually overwhelming. He really is a morning person I think to myself. His skin is practically glowing with happiness and his silver eyes dance as I try and take the sight of him in. Next to him, I feel completely plain and ordinary, but he's looking at me as though I'm the most precious thing he has ever been within touching distance of. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and I manage to choke out "P-password?" He smiles, knowing that he has managed to have this effect on me.
"Liquorice Allsorts," he says with a confused smile. I wonder why for a second and then realise that he wouldn't know what they are. "They're a muggle sweet," I explain, "they're a bit much for me, but my mum really loves them." Then I realise I've probably overindulged too much information on him, but he smiles. "I'll remember that for something!" He laughs as we walk our way the stairs and into McGonagall's office.
"Are you ready?" he whispers with the signature smirk plastered on his face.